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Baron Delama secretly arranged for his henchmen to study the mysteries of time magic, most likely because he wanted to do something big.

There are priorities, and Sharlayan has no time to investigate deeply.

The promotion to the Bastion made him very worried, and the chaos in Maldraxxus must be calmed down as soon as possible.

One wave is not flat, and another wave rises again.

The latest information provided by Onyxia made Sharlayan and his party set off again without stopping.

In the original history, the Withering House was destroyed in the Civil War long before the footman arrived.

The Withering Secret Academy is mainly responsible for providing Maldraxxas with various medicines as logistics materials, and their combat effectiveness ranks last among the five secret courtyards.

But no matter what, the Marquis of Stradama is a serious demigod, and Sharlayan is very curious about how she was plotted against.

The answer from the courier lich gave Sharlayan some ideas.

If someone inside the Withering Secret House colluded with foreign enemies, the unsuspecting Marquis of Stradama might indeed be tricked.

The arrival of Sharlayan hastened the otherwise tepid civil war in Maldraxxus.

As the Marquis of Kexus led his elites to the front line, the Marquis of Gamar, who was deeply under pressure, finally decided to put all his eggs in one basket and find a way to get rid of the soft persimmon of the Withering Secret Court first.

The snow-white griffin soared at high speed in the sky of Maldraxxus. After leaving Baron Delama's secret laboratory, Sharlayan flew to the sky above the Withered House at the fastest speed.

As expected, the withered secret courtyard was in chaos at this time, and the green liquid and gas produced by throwing the plague potion could be seen everywhere.

"Hold on!"

Sharlayan folded his wings and swooped down at high speed: "Stella! I will leave the plague gas to you!"

"no problem!"

Stellagosa squatted halfway on the broad back of the griffin, with a faint blue light shining in his eyes.

The plasticity of arcane power is very strong. As long as the knowledge reserve is sufficient, mages can use arcane to simulate any kind of elemental spells, including but not limited to ice and fire.

As an excellent talent cultivated by the Blue Dragon Clan, Stellagosa has long been qualified to read the documents of the Magic Hub at will, and her knowledge reserve is no worse than Jaina.

Stellagosa used arcane magic to simulate wind spells. As Sharlayan dived rapidly, she cast spells to blow away the plague gas along the way one by one.

At this time, there are three factions in the withered secret courtyard, and the largest number is the pharmacist of the withered secret courtyard who is still loyal to Stradama.

The traitors of the House of Withering who followed the traitor baron to join the enemy formed a force, and a small number of undead structures obviously from the Secret House of Creation joined forces with the traitors and were attacking the castle where the Marquis of Stradama was located.

It stands to reason that as long as the Marquis of Stradama takes action himself, the rebellion should be easily suppressed in the absence of Gamal and Sindani.

However, the battle in the withered secret courtyard is still going on in full swing. Obviously, the Marquis of Stradama has encountered some troubles and is temporarily unable to participate in the battle.

When they were about 30 meters away from the ground, Sharlayan reminded the three women, "Get ready...jump!"

The three jumped out from Sharlayan's back almost at the same time, and landed on the ground with their own special abilities.

Stellagosa was the most direct. With a flash spell, he landed without smoke and fire, and backhanded a string of arcane barrages, knocking all the abominations that attacked him into the air.

Valeera threw out the hook lock in the arm armor, and accurately hooked the hook on one of the hands of the abomination.

When she got close to a certain distance, Valeera suddenly launched a shadow step, and within a few seconds, the abomination and the small structures beside it fell down one by one.

Onyxia was more leisurely. She spread a pair of small dragon wings behind her back in human form, and pointed her left hand at the area where the rebels were densest on the ground.

A fiery magma bomb flew out of her hand, blowing up the rebels who were caught off guard.

When it was close to the ground, Sharlayan suddenly turned into a black panther in mid-air, just pounced on the back of a fat and strong abomination.

The sense of smell in panther form was much stronger than in human form, and the stench from the abomination made Sharlayan a little nauseous.

Sharlayan, who originally wanted to bite, hesitated for a moment, and chose to swing the leopard's claws to smash the abomination's stitched head, and then jumped to the ground to restore its human form.

"I'll leave it to you here! Help the defenders of the Withering Secret Court to maintain the front line. I will go to the castle to see the situation of the Marquis of Stradama!"

Leaving the three of them to participate in the battle, before they had time to report their identities in detail, Sharlayan pulled out the Blade of the Master of War and injected the power of death to activate the two runes on the sword.

The runes representing the Secret Academy of Soul Selection and the Secret Academy of Sharp Eyes lit up, and the pharmacists who tried to stop them froze for a moment, and one of the pharmacists who was directing the battle stood up.

"Could it be that Your Excellency is Sharlayan Deep Shadow?"

Sharlayan turned his gaze to the undead pharmacist. He was wearing a black beak mask, unable to see his true appearance.

"Yes, I am Sharlayan Deep Shadow, where is the Marquis of Stradama? I have something important to see her."

The pharmacist with the bird's beak mask sighed softly: "The Marquis was assassinated by a traitor with the latest plague potion without any precautions. She needs some time to recover from her injuries and is temporarily unable to participate in the battle."

‘Sure enough...it’s still a step late. '

Sharlayan temporarily put aside his annoyance and continued to ask: "Can I see His Excellency the Marquis? My companions will help you clear up the rebellion."

The beak mask pharmacist hesitated for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay, you are the honored guest whom the Marquis personally called... Popin!"

"coming!"

An undead pharmacist with a bumpy face threw a few bottles of explosive potions at the enemy and ran over in a hurry.

"Baron Tarkov, did you call me?"

Sharlayan frowned slightly: "Baron? '

The pharmacist known as Tarkov seized the time to give Popan a few words: "I can't leave here for the time being, help me bring the distinguished guests of the Marquis into the castle."

"Okay! Leave it to me."

Popan's character was more lively, and he waved to Sharlayan who was waiting beside him.

"Dude, don't be in a daze, keep up, time waits for no one!"

Sharlayan, who came back to his senses, nodded to Baron Tarkov, quickened his pace and followed Popan into the castle barrier.

The turmoil of the outside world did not affect this quiet castle, and the noise of the hustle and bustle was isolated by the barrier.

Although the pharmacists in different clothes were in a hurry, they all controlled their movements as much as possible.

Poppin explained to Sharlayan without hesitation: "The Marquis of Stradama likes a quiet environment, and everyone in the castle will consciously move lightly and make as little noise as possible."

It was not without reason that Baron Tarkov asked Popan to lead the way. The talkative pharmacist introduced a lot of public information about the Withered Secret Academy to Sharlayan in a humorous tone.

From Poppin's mouth, Sharlayan learned that Marquis Stradama was once the queen of a certain world, and the country she managed controlled the entire planet.

Like Elliott, Stradama's hometown was also destroyed by the Burning Legion, and she was killed by Archimonde herself.

"Archimonde himself made the move..."

Sharlayan noticed the message.

Archimonde the Defiler is very arrogant, and it is difficult for ordinary mortals to interest him.

Stradama is worthy of the defiler's own hands, which probably means that she broke through the limits of mortals and stepped into the realm of demigods during her lifetime.

Sharlayan, who bears the blood of the dragon, will reach the peak of mortals sooner or later. He has always wanted to find an opportunity to ask Queen Azshara the key to breaking through the limits of mortals.

It's a pity that the Naga and the Guardians of Azeroth camp, which cooperated with the ancient god N'Zoth, are in conflict. Unless Azshara is willing to jump back, Sharlayan is unlikely to get relevant information from her.

Stradama's experiences during his lifetime aroused Sharlayan's interest, but now is not the time to ask her about this issue, and it is not too late to think about it after all the dust settles.

Popan is the confidant of Baron Takov, and Baron Takov has proved his loyalty with practical actions in the previous rebellion.

Under Poppin's leadership, Sharlayan followed him unimpeded all the way to the bedchamber where Stradama was recuperating.

"Dude, I can only send you here."

After completing the task, Popan waved goodbye to Sharlayan carelessly: "I'm going back to help my brothers, I wish you good luck~"

'good luck? '

Sharlayan was a little puzzled by Poppin's blessing: 'Could it be that the Marquis of Stradama is difficult to get along with? '

"cough~"

A clear and melodious but slightly weak female voice came from behind the heavy door: "Mr. Salayan Deep Shadow? Please come in."

Withdrawing his wandering thoughts, after a few maids masked in black veils pushed open the thick door, Sharlayan gathered his mood and stepped inside.

Stradama's dormitory is very large, and it should have integrated many functions such as dormitory and office.

But these are not important, Sharlayan saw the most eye-catching sign when he entered the room.

Alone, a stunning beauty with a sick look on her face, half leaning against the head of the bed.

[? ? ? 】

[Fuck? ! 】

[Miss! What a beautiful lady! 】

[Glass slag! I want this! Why do we see Stradama as a deformed lump of ooze? 】